The most eye-catching thing in the room is a calligraphy hanging on the wall, which reads: "Yong of Jiuzhou is the leader, and the herds of the group follow it", and the inscription is "Xi Bao Jiaxu Sui Renwu Day Handwriting".
"What a unique place. I really want to spend a few days here to read and study after everything is over. It's really rewarding!"
Xie Liuyun stood in the study and praised sincerely.
"Brother Xie, there will be days like this. It's just after we have to clean up the world and make the New Year's Eve small."
Xie Liuyun looked at Yong Ming with some surprise. Such a long-cherished wish was beyond the imagination of ordinary people, let alone that it was achieved.
This Yong Ming is full of mystery. Who is he?
At this time, Yong Ming had laid a new piece of rice paper on the felt cloth, poured a little water into the inkstone, picked up the ink block on the inkstone, and rubbed the ink.
Xie Liuyun walked to his desk, recalling the details of the nave painting at home, thinking about the style and size of each word.
Yong Ming grinded the ink, took out a hanging Zhonglang pen from the pen holder, soaked it in water, squeezed out the water, soaked the tip of the pen with ink, and then handed the pen to Xie Liuyun.
Xie Liuyun smiled and took the brush, "Thank you, Xiaoming, for laying out the paper and grinding the ink for me. Thank you!"
"I've made these preparations, and you can just recall the situation of the calligraphy without missing a beat. It's no big deal!"
Yong Ming also smiled sincerely, with his hands behind his back, waiting for Xie Liuyun to start writing.
Xie Liuyun picked up his pen and started writing on the rice paper. He wrote very smoothly without any hesitation.
After he finished writing, he read it from beginning to end and felt that it was no different from the one hanging in the nave in his father's room. He said to Yong Ming with great relief: "Xiao Ming, take a look, it's such a painting.
Words, are there any clues in them?"
While Xie Liuyun was writing, Yong Ming had been observing carefully. After Xie Liuyun confirmed that it was the same as the nave in his home, Yong Ming had the answer in his mind.
He picked up the brush that Xie Liuyun placed on the pen rest, dipped a little ink on the inkstone, sipped it, and lightly circled it on the rice paper he had just written on.
After completing the circle, Yong Ming raised his head and said to Xie Liuyun: "Brother Xie, if you connect the words I circled, you will know what is going on."
Xie Liuyun hurriedly lowered his head and looked carefully at Yong Ming's punctuation in "Yongtai Song", and saw that when combined, it read one sentence, and the full sentence was "The south window is divided by the paving, the buildings are stacked next to the high platform, the tents are opened and I get up early to return."
Xie Liuyun read it twice in succession, still puzzled by its meaning, and couldn't help but raise his head and ask Yong Ming for help.
Yong Ming walked to the other side of the desk, asked Xie Liuyun to sit down, and then said: "Brother Xie, what do you feel when you look at this calligraphy?"
"The strokes are uneven in thickness and the characters are of different sizes. They are not bound by calligraphy standards. They seem to be a work of free will."
Hearing what Xie Liuyun said, Yong Ming couldn't help laughing.
Xie Liuyun was confused by Yong Ming's sudden smile. He didn't know where he said something wrong. He asked in confusion: "Xiao Ming, did I say something wrong?"
Yong Ming gradually stopped laughing and said with a smile in his eyes: "Brother Xie, you are right. The person who wrote this nave did not consider the standard requirements for writing. It can be said that he did not write according to the rules and habits at all.
, but it’s not a wanton act.”
"So, is this intentional on the part of my great-grandfather or grandpa?"
"This nave painting was not written by them, but was given by my ancestors of the Yong family."
Yong Ming's understatement made Xie Liuyun sit on the chair in shock and was stunned.
After a few seconds, he regained his composure and hurriedly asked: "Xiao Ming, tell me quickly, the things that have been in my house for generations come from your house. What's going on?"
Yong Ming stood up and walked to the window, pulled the rope hanging by the window twice, then returned to the desk and sat down.
"Thank you, brother. Let's drink some tea to refresh ourselves, moisten our throats, and eat some refreshments to relax. We have a lot to say later, so make some preparations in advance. I guess tonight will be a sleepless night for you.
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Xie Liuyun sighed in his heart. There were too many things that his father had not told him. Now he was like walking through the fog in the dark night, looking around without knowing the direction, not knowing where he was going. Only Yong Ming in front of him was like a beacon, giving him a bright light.
Give yourself light, let yourself know where you are at this moment, where you are going, and where is the end.
Quanwen brought tea and hot water, and after exiting, Yong Ming poured a cup of fragrant tea for Xie Liuyun, "Brother Xie, this is the 'Laoshan Green' newly picked this year. It has a mellow taste and a long aftertaste. Please try it."
, see if we can enter?”
From Nanwanggao to Anqiu County, Xie Liuyun has not had a drop of water from the time he entered the door until now, and now he is really thirsty.
He picked up the tea cup and tasted it. The water was just right and not hot at all, so he drank it all with a tilt of his neck.
Then, he picked up the teapot and poured himself tea. After drinking two more cups, he felt that his mouth was no longer dry and he felt much more comfortable.
Yong Ming held the teacup and tasted the "Laoshan Green Tea" in a leisurely manner, looking calm and relaxed.
"Xiao Ming, please tell me about this poem. Listening to your tone, the highlighted words in this poem have profound meanings, and the special strokes of the words are also intentional. It is really surprising.
Only you can solve the doubts in my heart. I think the information conveyed by this painting will definitely play a big role in helping me find my father."
Xie Liuyun spoke his thoughts sincerely, expecting Yong Ming to explain the profound meaning to him.
Yong Ming placed a plate of snacks in front of Xie Liuyun, "Brother Xie, this snack was made by Aunt Li herself. It's delicious. Try it."
Xie Liuyun followed his words and picked up a piece of walnut cake and took a bite. It felt soft, waxy and sweet in his mouth. He kept nodding and saying "delicious!".
Yong Ming picked up a biscuit from the plate in front of him, and while eating it, he said: "The circled words in "Yongtai Song" are linked together to tell where important items are kept.
Any characters whose strokes are thicker than ordinary writing are relatively large, and they indicate specific directions.
Putting the two together, you can know where the secret place unknown to outsiders is.
This is to ensure that if an emergency situation occurs and people are controlled, there will still be trusted people with inside information to open the seal and retrieve the hidden items, so that they will not be lost."
Listening to Yong Ming's explanation, Xie Liuyun suddenly realized that the calligraphy that had been hanging at home had such a special purpose.
"Brother Xie, aren't you curious why this painting is in your home?"